The blood rain fell without end. After many people had bathed in it long enough, they finally saw the Evolution Panel.
Some were numb, some afraid, some thrilled.
Especially those who were excited—they had long grown weary of the ordinary world and ordinary lives, feeling as though they had now opened the door to a whole new world.
Little did they know that, once it all ended, most of them would forget everything completely. Only a small few would retain scattered fragments, and even then, they would surely think they had merely had a bizarre and fantastical dream.
Zhao Dong had known about this long ago. He took it in stride, treating it as an opportunity to experience a supernatural world.
Indeed, he would forget it afterward, but at least the joy he felt now was not diminished in the slightest.
Of course, the only reason he could be happy was because Zhao Cheng was clearing the field. Otherwise, this would have been a terrifying, thrilling battle royale.
Or, more simply, everyone would have been wiped out the moment the ancient dragon appeared.
With monsters continuously spawning, Zhao Cheng's evolution rate reached 127%, and his overall strength rose another notch.
Reaching this level of progress was also thanks to the vast expanse of this battlefield.
Of course, this progress was already far from low. Generally speaking, an Evolver's normal development meant reaching Silver in around ten battles, Gold in around fifty, and from Gold to Red Star, even after reaching the peak of Gold, it usually took about a hundred battles before they hit a wall. At that point, they had to comprehend their own path of Legend.
Roughly two hundred battles for one Red Star.
Zhao Cheng's combat power far surpassed his evolution rate, and the creatures he killed